Pietro Maximoff & George Lass
Her next date looked like a runner. Tall, toned but not muscular, long limbs. For all she knew that was just genetics and he spent all his time lounging in a beanbag chair playing Call of Duty or whatever was hot now. But he sure looked like a runner.
George raised her glass in a casual salute at his approach. "Hey," she said. "I'm George. What's your name? What's your favorite color? And what is your quest?"